A Womyn’s Wonderland: Activists Sponsor Feminist Camp

by Ian Tuttle

Well, it’s not Islamic jihad summer camp — but to each radical her own.

Feminist Camp — yes, you read that right — is the brainchild of Amy Richards and Jennifer Baumgardner, coauthors of Manifesta: Young Women, Feminism, and the Future, and cofounders of Soapbox Inc., a “women’s rights” organization that, as its name might suggest, is light on cogitation and heavy on cowbell.

Feminist Camp is “a transformative week of feminism in action” for undergraduate and graduate students, and recent alumni. Each day is organized around a particular theme: “Reproductive Justice,” “Sexual Power,” “Feminist Art,” “Philanthropy,” etc.

Professors, staff, and professionals can take part in a three-day Feminist Intensive, developed, among other reasons, “to create a larger community of feminist teachers and scholars.”

And in an effort to brainwash them young, Soapbox sponsored at the end of June the first Feminist Day Camp, a five-day feminist immersion for high school upperclassman. Interested parents might watch the price tag, though: The week cost participants $1,000, not including housing. Hey, it takes a lot of money to discover you’ve been a dupe of the patriarchal system.

The New York Times reports on a week of fun activities: The campers “went to see Ann, Holland Taylor’s play about the former Texas governor Ann Richards (the girls had never heard of her); visited the Elizabeth A. Sackler Center for Feminist Art at the Brooklyn Museum; met with SPARK, a group of activists seeking to end the sexualized objectification of girls and women in popular culture; and talked with Sabrina Shulman, the vice president of policy and legislative affairs at Naral Pro-Choice New York.”

The NYT piece is almost worth quoting in its entirety, but that might be too much hilarity in one place. Those with the stomach can go and read the whole thing; for the rest, here’s a taste:

Although something called Feminist Camp, with this particular curriculum, would seem designed to cause Bill O’Reilly to take a fishing spear to his appendix, the enterprise hardly needs justification at a time when the Internet fuels fantasies of barbecuing women and eating them, when 11-hour filibusters are required to attempt to protect abortion access, when something as benign as the Women’s Equality Act cannot get passed in the liberal state of New York, despite broad popular support.

Someone bring me a fishing spear. . . . 

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